I can’t even explain what God does during our short medical visits. On another trip, we were stopped by tribal warriors, armed in full ammunition with spears, bows, and arrows, and they delayed us for a whole hour.
People here live in extreme poverty and that breaks our hearts, repeatedly. We see the eyes of the blind. The eyes of the sick. The eyes of the poor, the widows, and orphans. The woman’s eyes, whose husband’s hand was cut off. The deaf, paralyzed, broken bones, and broken hearts all look at me. The white woman, of course, she knows. Certainly, she will help. In their eyes, I see pain, hope, and a desperate cry for someone who can tell them they are loved. They are found and not forgotten. And even if I can’t “fix” everyone and everything, in the end, ultimately, I can love them and I will. I will climb one more mountain. I will sit with them in the dust, in the mud, under the rain. Yes, we give food, medicine, and seeds, but the most that we give is the love and heart of Christ. Thank you to everyone who makes this possible!
Papua New Guinea – I&J Konstantiniki